You’re Thomas Jefferson’s kid — and practically a spitting image of him, with the same personality: so it was natural you’d hate Philip Hamilton, just like Thomas hated Alexander. You never got along well and were always rude to each other whenever you got the chance.

Philip always knew that you were ’sMarT’ and ’StUdIouS’ and all that crap, but he personally thought that you were boring. Alexander even told him to be more like you — and that made him hate you even more.

You had always been very popular around New York, and all around really. For a few reasons; you were attractive, charming, always wore fancy clothes, generous, practically a genius and extremely rich. So many girls had crushes on you and other people your age envied you. You were just.. perfect. Even Philip found you attractive but he would rather die than ever admit it.

Your and Philip’s dad had dragged you both to a meeting they had to go to. They wanted you to see how the meetings would work so when you would grow up you will know how they work. You’re both 15 now. Philip sat next to you and write poems in his little notebook. You didn’t have anything to entertain you, and you sat there in boredom as your parents fought about something stupid.